Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 149: Haesong (5)

Chapter 149 Haesong (5)

Hiccup. Hah. Hiccup.

I was curious how they would fight, since I often saw scenes like that in the drama I watched with my mother.

Choi Kyu-seo smiled leisurely.

Well, you should do something too. Ill introduce you to someone. Contact me.

No, thanks. Im too busy to have time for that.

Choi Kyu-seos face hardened, which didnt budge at all when we talked about plastic surgery.

I envy you. I wish I could live a little more leisurely, like you, and have time to take care of myself.

Yeah. You should take care of yourself. Who has time to spare?

I guess I should do it before its too late. But there are too many places that call me. I have to prepare for the seminar next week.

"MMCA?"

Right. You did it before, right? It didnt go well, I guess. They were so happy when they said two hundred people were coming.

It seemed like the seminar that Choi Kyu-seo was running didnt go well, but Jang Mi-rae took over and got a good response.

If it was like the drama I watched with my mother, one of them would soon slap or splash water on the other.

Hiccup.

Just when it was getting interesting, Marso came over.

You said to bring it, but youre eating it by yourself?

Theres plenty.

Henri Marso hesitated between chocolate and strawberry, then picked the one with strawberry and blueberry.

Why. Hmph. Try the chocolate too.

No.

Hmph. You ate that one before. Eat the chocolate.

He had already tried the strawberry triple, but he gave up on the chocolate triple.

I understood his desire to make a stable choice, but he couldnt enjoy the new thing without the courage to challenge it.

Why are you whining?

Its fun. Idiot. Hehe.

Henri Marso opened his eyes wide.

He was an idiot for not enjoying the deep and sweet taste of the chocolate triple in front of him.

Idiot. Idiot.

This kid is talking nonsense again.

Here, try it. Ah~

What are you doing?

I didnt mind his cheeky attitude for some reason.

I wanted to make him taste the chocolate triple quickly, so I grabbed his collar.

Hey, let go.

Hehe. Its delicious.

Are you crazy? Let go!

Hahaha.

His flustered expression was funny.

Henri Marso was stubborn, so I put more strength in my hand and suddenly my view got higher.

He was taller than Jang Mi-rae, and even grandfather. He was tall.

Stay still!

I looked down and Henri Marso looked up at me.

You little thing.

What?

Say kid one more time. Ill teach you a lesson.

He made another funny expression.

Are you drunk?

Henri Marso said something weird.

You have to drink to get drunk. Idiot. Hehe. Ouch.

My height shrank again.

Henri Marso took a bite of the chocolate triple and ate a few more in a row.

I knew he would like it.

Isnt it good?

Damn. It feels like theres something in it. Arsen, Arsen!

Me too.

Dont eat it.

Henri Marso was mean again.

He had so much, but he wanted to eat it by himself. I shouldnt have told him.

What is this?

There were small bottles lined up on the table. They looked like miniatures, but they were liquor bottles made small. They were cute.

It was not a simple skill.

It didnt look like a decoration when I saw it on the plate, so I tore the wrapper and there was chocolate inside.

Hah.

It was a good size to eat in one bite.

It was slightly harder than the chocolate I had been eating, and there was something inside.

The unique smell that stomped on my nasal cavity was definitely cognac.

They must have made chocolate with cognac flavor for children who cant drink.

Hehe.

This was also great.

The chocolates sweetness and the cognacs rich aroma blended together.

It felt like the one who made this was a snake tempting me with good and evil.

How could I resist this?

Hah.

I met Marsos eyes as I looked around.

Hey!

He yelled at me for eating two chocolates when he wanted to eat them by himself.

Why are you so stingy when you have so much money? If you want to eat, just eat together.

I picked one and handed it to him, then he put it on the table and grabbed my hand.

Ow. Ow.

Why am I so dizzy?

Hoon-ah.

It was grandfathers voice.

Hehe. Grandfather.

Whats wrong with him? Huh?

I think theres a lot of wine in the triple. He also ate the liquor chocolate.

Huh?

Liar. Hehehe.

Grandfather came close to my face and smelled me, then frowned. Poor grandfather. Cool grandfather. Loving grandfather.

I hugged him tightly and my height grew again.

I saw Jang Mi-rae and Cha something over grandfathers shoulder. They werent fighting anymore.

Are you done fighting?

Uh?

Jang Mirae asked, wide-eyed.

"Do not plot harm against your neighbor who lives trustfully near you. A fool shows contempt for his neighbor, but a man of understanding holds his tongue."

Fighting is not good.

I think fighting is inevitable, but every fight starts with that intention.

Dont bother the people who live happily. Hiccup. Only stupid people look down on them, you know.

I want to eat one more chocolate.

Dramas are fun because theyre not real. Thats why you shouldnt spray water or anything.

My sermon worked, and Jang Miraes car guy stopped fighting.

Im such a great missionary.

But they used me for free, and they persecuted me for being incompetent. Its so wicked, very wicked.

I was mentally exhausted back then.

If I had cognac-flavored chocolate, I could have been more energetic.

I want to eat one more.

What did you eat to be like this?

Huh. Chocolate. Do you want some, Grandpa? I didnt eat a lot of chocolate, just two pieces. But they were shaped like little bottles, so they were so cute. They were so cute that I only ate two. There were more than two, but anyway, I only ate two. But they were shaped like little bottles, and they were so delicate. There were pictures and words on them, too, so they were cute. I only ate two of those. Chocolate makes you happy, right? Those chocolates made me very happy even though I only ate two. But how did they make them so small? Theyre cute.

Oh, dear. This kid is drunk in front of his grandfather.

Drunk?

Yeah. This kid. Oh, the smell of alcohol.

Whats drunk?

It means youre intoxicated.

Oh.

My grandfather teaches me well in French even if I dont know a word.

I love you, Grandpa.

Yeah. Yeah. Mirae, take Hoon home and come back.

Ill go. Is the teacher here?

No!

I was looking forward to the buffet today, but I cant go home already.

I have to watch Grandpas retirement ceremony, too.

Im not drunk.

Youre not drunk, what do you mean youre not drunk? I told you not to pick up and eat things you dont know.

Theyre delicious. Do you want some, Grandpa? Look. There are a lot of these, but I only ate two. Theyre so cute. But I only ate two.

Hoon, come to your aunt. Lets go home with your aunt.

No. Im going to stay with Grandpa.

Jang Mirae tried to separate me and Grandpa, so I hugged his neck tightly.

Ouch. Hoon, youre choking me. Youre choking me!

Grandpa dead?

I just remembered.

Its been only a year.

There are so many things I want to do with him, but hes already dying.

Huuu. Hiccup. Dead?

Hoon. This.

Please save our Grandpa. Huuu. Please.

Hoon, let go! Grandpa is in pain!

Ah.

I loosened my grip, and Grandpa regained his strength.

Thank goodness.

***

6:10 p.m.

The host, Yoo Jin, stood in front of the people.

Then we will start the retirement ceremony of Professor Go Suyeol, the dean of the College of Fine Arts at Korea University.

She looked around the people and reporters who filled the theater and marveled.

Usually, retirement ceremonies are sad, regretful, and disappointing, but Dean Go Suyeols ceremony is quite different. Maybe its because were looking forward to the activities of Go Suyeol, the painter.

Some of the visitors nodded.

There were several procedures planned, but the dean said he wanted to thank you first. Please welcome Professor Go Suyeol, who has been active as a true educator of this era. Please welcome him with applause.

Go Suyeol decided that thanking the people who came to his retirement ceremony without forgetting him was more important than the trivial procedures.

As the warm applause continued, Go Suyeol climbed onto the podium with his grandson, who was drunk on chocolate and stuck to him like a cicada.

Go Hoon, who buried his face in Go Suyeols shoulder, was sleeping soundly, making a snoring sound.

He picked up and ate chocolate with alcohol in it. Please understand.

The reporters pressed the camera shutter to take a good picture.

He got drunk on alcohol chocolate.

Hes cute.

How can he stick to him like that? He doesnt want to leave the professor.

The visitors also watched the grandfather and grandson warmly.

Wicked kid.

Henri muttered, and Michel tilted his head curiously.

Hes pretending to be cute to get attention.

Henri Marceau, who had been teased by Go Hoon several times, wondered if this was also Go Hoons plan.

He must be really cute?

Shut up.

Go Suyeol cleared his throat and stood in front of the microphone.

First of all, I dont know why you prepared such a noisy event for me. I thank the school and the students.

Clap clap clap clap-

Go Hoon flinched at the sound of applause.

I wanted to clear up the misunderstanding first, so I took this seat. I saw an article that said I would resume my work after today, but Ive been drawing steadily even though I didnt do any external activities.

As the camera shutter sound continued intermittently, Go Suyeol calmly continued his story.

So I think there was a misunderstanding that I quit my work because I was active as an educator, but thats not true. The time I spent with the students at Korea University was also precious, so I ask you to refrain from speculating that my work was hindered.

Go Hoon, who woke up from Go Suyeols voice, looked around and grasped the situation.

I also received a lot of questions about what I would do after retirement. The work of drawing will not change at all. Its just a matter of whether you show it or not. But there is one big change, and thats this guy.

Go Hoon, who woke up and came to his senses, felt embarrassed and tried to get away from his grandfather.

Go Suyeol gently put his grandson down and stroked his head.

Im going to draw with Hoon, travel to nice places, and visit museums. Itll be fun. Right?

Go Hoon nodded at Grandpas question.

The people smiled softly and got off the podium and sat in the empty seat in the front row.

And the art that Hoon and I will watch is the history that you will build. Just as you nurtured your dream of becoming a painter by looking at Manet, Monet, Van Gogh, Gauguin, Klimt, and Picasso. I hope that Hoon and his younger friends will have dreams and courage by looking at you. An old man like me will step back now.

No!

The people laughed at the sincere outcry of a student.

Thats right! Youre still young! What are you going to do if you step back already!

Give Hoon a dream, isnt that too hard for the last assignment?

Please ask Hoon to help us!

Youll cry if you retire!

They wont even take you at the nursing home at your age these days!

The words of the students made Go Suyeols heart and eyes hot.

***

National Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art (MMCA).Whiskey bonbonDo not plot harm against your neighbor who lives trustfully near you. (Proverbs 3:29)

A fool shows contempt for his neighbor, but a man of understanding holds his tongue. (Proverbs 11:12)

Van Gogh, who was unpaid at the Borinage coal mine, was fired by the inspector for being unfit as a preacher.

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